"Alright, Molly, you got the floor plans?" Bill whispered, his eyes darting around the dimly lit alleyway. Molly rolled her eyes and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "Of course I do, genius. What kind of professional do you take me for?" "The kind that once tried to steal a petting zoo," Bill retorted with a smirk. "Hey, those goats were worth a fortune on the black market!" Molly protested. "Anyway, here's the deal. This kid's party is happening at the Smiths' place, and from what I've heard, they've spared no expense." "Nice. So we're talking top-notch loot, huh?" "You bet. Apparently, little Timmy's getting the latest gaming console, a remote-controlled helicopter, and who knows what else. This is the score of a lifetime!" Bill rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Alright, lay it on me. How do we get in?" "Well, according to these plans, there's a small window in the basement that leads right into the playroom where the party's being held. We'll have to do a little wriggling, but we should be able to squeeze through." "Sounds tight, but I'm game. What's the plan once we're inside?" Molly grinned mischievously. "That's the best part. We dress up as clowns and blend right in with the entertainment!" Bill stared at her in disbelief. "You can't be serious." "As a heart attack, my friend. Think about it – no one will suspect a thing! We'll just mingle with the kiddies, wait for the right moment, and then make off with the loot." "And what if one of those little monsters recognizes us?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Please, kids these days can't even remember their own names. We'll be fine." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You know, it's crazy enough that it just might work." "That's the spirit! Now, let's go over the escape plan..."